I am so sorry this chapter has taken nearly a month to get up, only the plot bunnies died and I had to go buy some new ones. Add work and a busted wrist to the mix and you've got a great recipe for not doing any writing. I'm hoping to get another chapter up tomorrow and I hope it's going to get me back into the pattern of writing. Enjoy.

Gwen fiddled with a discarded sachet of sugar, trying to keep her mind occupied as Rhys ordered their lunch. She was trying not to think how different her tuna sandwich would register with Ianto's taste buds, or whether Ianto had some sort of allergy towards fish. That was the last thing Gwen needed, to be stuck in a male body whilst heaving out the mere morsels of food she had eaten. Instead, Gwen tried to focus on Rhys and how she could persuade her husband that she was indeed the person she was claiming to be. She knew Rhys would never say anything, but she could see it behind his eyes. She tried to smile as he craned his head back to look at her, only to feel deflated as he shuffled awkwardly and bowed his head. Who was she kidding? What husband could ever really understand that their wife had just traded bodies with one of her male colleagues?

'Didn't ask for mayo,' Rhys spoke above her, making her jump as he placed the sandwich down in front of her. 'Wasn't sure if...you know...Ianto liked it or not.' He settled himself down in the seat opposite her and stared down at his meat pie, analysing its structure and how he could easily demolish the hot pastry. He held the fork over his lunch for several seconds before dropping it in spectacular fashion, making Gwen jump slightly at the sound. She let out a sigh as Rhys finally looked at her, his eyes still full of bewilderment and mistrust. 'It is you, isn't it?' He stared deep into Gwen's eyes, hoping beyond all hope that he could catch some glimmer of his wife behind Ianto's deep blue eyes.

'I don't know how I can persuade you, but it is me sweetheart.' Gwen tried to reach out for Rhys' hand, wanting nothing more than to take comfort in his embrace and have him whisper to her that everything was going to be okay. She couldn't help but feel disappointed when Rhys jerked his hand away, still unable to cope with the situation he was being forced to deal with all of a sudden.

'It's just,' Rhys sighed as he rubbed his hands over his face, trying to make himself believe this wasn't just some weird dream he was having. Sure, he knew Torchwood flung the weird, the wonderful and the frightening at his wife almost twenty four hours a day, but he had never thought this would ever be a possibility. 'Bloody Torchwood! Even if this is all real, why can't it even let us have one lunch together that isn't pulled apart by the alien shit falling through that bloody Rift thing.' Rhys knew his voice was growing in volume and he could feel Gwen's glare borrowing deep into his eyes, but at this present time he really couldn't give a damn. 'I mean, after everything that's happened these past few months, I don't understand why it can't just...'

'My twenty first birthday,' Gwen started as she brushed her lips with her finger, trying to maintain her composure, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. 'We went out and you and Banana got completely wasted on whiskey shots. You were so drunk you decided to run naked through the street, only to have the police catch you by the Bay. I used all my birthday money my mum gave me to bail you out. I was so angry with you and I wanted you to go, but you didn't budge. You followed me back to my flat, apologising like mad. Do you remember that night, Rhys? It was the first time you told me you loved me.' She wasn't aware of the tears flowing down her cheeks until she felt Rhys' thumb caressing her cheek.

'My God, it is you.' Rhys smiled at Gwen as he continued to caress her cheek, finally acknowledging his wife behind the male form she was now inhabiting. He tried to ignore the feeling of Ianto's stubble under his thumb as he kept his gaze locked with Gwen's. If they could just stay that way until Captain Flash and the Tea-Boy Wonder figured out how to reverse this whole mess then Rhys could quite happily accept his wife in her current state. When Gwen finally pulled away to start on her sandwich, Rhys let out a small laugh, hoping to lighten the mood. 'So, what's it like being on the winning team?'

Gwen sat still, the sandwich stopping inches from her lips, as she looked at Rhys with a look of confusion, before she finally acknowledged his words. She let out a small sigh as she gripped the sandwich a little tighter, a small lump of tuna dropping onto her lap. Cursing under her breath, she reached for a napkin and wiped away the offending morsel of food from her lap, praying to any deity that was that there wouldn't be a stain on Ianto's suit. Gwen was adamant of returning Ianto's body to him the way she had found it, purely because she didn't fancy being on decaf if Ianto found the slightest problem with his suit.

Suddeny, an ear piercing scream echoed throughout the small cafe and prevented Gwen from replying, startling an old gentleman to such a degree his coffee flew from his mouth to cover the couple on the opposite table. Gwen didn't pause for breath as she ran from her table to locate the panicked voice, unaware of Rhys following close behind her. They both ran behind the counter, ignoring the mumbled complaints from the young teenage worker, focusing on the door which led out onto the back street behind the cafe. Gwen and Rhys were met with a young woman, clutching her chest in fear with her eyes cold and focused on the skip in front of her.

'What is it?' Gwen held the young woman by the shoulders and she tried to calm her. Gwen could feel her shaking under her grasp and she wondered whether to wrap the young woman up in her arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. Whatever this person had seen, it had frightened her to such a degree she could barely recognise her surroundings, let alone describe the horror she had seen.

'Gwen?' She could hear Rhys behind her, but her attention was focused purely on the woman who had suddenly collapsed in a fit of tears, clinging tightly to Gwen as her legs finally betrayed her. Folding her arms around her, she held her tight and whispered that it was all going to be alright.

'Gwen?' Rhys again tried to grab Gwen's attention, his eyes still focused on the horror that stared straight back at him. He faintly heard the frustrated yell of his wife before he realised her vision had finally caught up with his and that she was seeing what had made the young woman scream to high heaven.

There, in the cafe skip, lay the body of a young man in a suit with short brown hair, beaten and bloodied and most certainly dead. Gwen reached instantly for her phone whilst Rhys attended to the young woman, all the time wondering how she was going to tell Jack they had found a body of a young man in a back alley who bore a resemblance to one Ianto Jones.

Dun, dun, dun... what is going on? Why is a young man dead in a back alley?

Excerpt from tomorrows update:

'Jack, this is wrong.' Ianto was lying of course, it felt too right to be wrong. He didn't have a chance to develop his reply as Jack caught his lips in a passionate kiss and felt his lover's tongue begging entrance to his mouth. Except, this wasn't his mouth, it was Gwen's. And all of a sudden, Ianto shook slightly with fear.

See you guys tomorrow :)